A MIND COMPLETELY BITTEN BY THE SERPENT OF SEX "You may think that the Grand Tour is about politics, & culture, & art, and you would be quite right; but it is also about gambling, and drinking, and sex. Particularly sex."

How incredible —— was born into this world on Epiphany. And she came back to me on Epiphany 2010. After we talked online during Twelfth Night, and it is on Twelfth Night she got in that taxi and came to me in the Wandsworth Road and then spent the whole of Epiphany with me. Then after we split, the first Twelfth Night after that I left the house to head to Heathrow and flew towards Vienna for that game-changing trip and start of a new Golden Age of travel.

I did do something new on this trip. Last time I just went to the door of the Night Porter hotel but this time I calmly went in and walked around. Last time it was still a branch of Bank Austria but now it is a dm pharmacy. It was very moving to finally be inside that building that has meant so much to me over the years. I had another beer in the Café Savoy next to it (which also features in the film) and was delighted to see they have Alt Wiener Zwiebelrostbraten on the menu! For just 11,90! Unfortunately I was too early for the kitchen to be open. Another time. In WSK the films were poor so I just at the bar in the lobby and asked the Mongolian girl if she would masturbate me there, so then I sat with my member out and she happily stroking me in front of everyone. Big older blonde Christina came up and joined in as well. Incredible scenes but it felt totally relaxed. The manager kept his face in his computer screen and let us get on with it; other customers came in and out and quite calmly let us get on with it. You cannot do that in London. There isn’t even a single porn cinema left. Disgusting. There were 3 really attractive girls in Manhattan—Denitsa my long time “friend” who I am always tempted to do something with but then never do, plus new blonde frizzy asymmetric bob Croatian-Romanian, and big voluptuous beautiful Ghanaian girl. If it had not been for my splitting headache I might well have done something with all three of them. So on to a last night in Frankfurt which I don’t really want. The hotel is already paid for so I can just stay in all night and stop myself spending any more money I can ill afford; as I try to go out with a bang, literally & metaphorically. If this is my very last holiday, I should have plenty of time to repair my finances once I get back home.

So 0645 I wait for my ICE to leave Vienna for Frankfurt, 6 hours 40 minutes hence. The end of my last long visit. I love Vienna but it will be a long time till I come back again. On our way. Still pitch black. On my way to Frankfurt with no enthusiasm except that it at least brings me halfway home. I did very little in Vienna this time. Tuesday an amazingly dirty visit to WSK, followed by a lovely West End steak. Wednesday a nice return visit to the two black hearts of Vienna—the Bad Timing apartment of Milena, and the Night Porter hotel and café, and later a brief visit to Manhattan and Tete a Tete ruined by a splitting headache. The headache and sick feeling persisted into Thursday which wiped out Thursday as well. I did very little except lay in bed listening to classical music on Radio Stephansdom; just popped out twice to the station for food. And that was what I went all the way to Vienna for! But I feel it needed to be done, and now I have got it out of my system; I can safely cross it off my list. That just leaves Brussels—until one day, one day, one day I finally make the effort and can afford to go to all those long wished-for places—the Brocken mountain, Reichenbach Falls, the Rubicon river, the Milvian Bridge, house where Mona Lisa lived, etc, etc, etc.